1 ce two chicken drumsticks on her te, and then on my own before adding the pie, and she


    smiles up at me.


    “Thank you,‘ she says through the mind connection.


    ‘Always. I respond.


    I could get used to this.


    She’s made all my favourites from cheese and potato pie, grilled ribs and steak, roasted potato, chilli


    con carne and there’s vegetable rice. There are two sds, as well as a few dips. She really did go all


    out..


    She’s a superwoman.


    1 smile, watching the kids tuck into their chicken happily. I look down at Sia. She’s a lot smaller than


    Zion.


    Gerard…


    She’s blood–rted to him, yet he had no remorse and still tried to kill my children… I want him dead.


    But right now, the incentive is doing what’s needed for Sia and I don’t care who has to pay the price.


    She looks up at me as if noticing I’m watching and picks up her tissue, wiping her mouth quickly, and


    gives me a huge smile.


    “Princess, you can have a dirty face, and I wouldn’t care,” I tell her quietly, making her giggle and nod.


    I caress the back of her head as she continues eating and my brows furrow.


    The antidote…


    “Bastien?”


    I nce over at Zaia, who is watching me with concern, her hand resting on top of mine on her leg.


    “Yes?” I answer, pushing my thoughts away and giving her a small smirk.


    “Is everything ok?”


    “Absolutely,” I respond, winking at her.


    As expected, she smiles softly and rxes.


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    She doesn’t need to worry about my problems.


    “The food is delicious, by the way.” Ipliment, taking a bite of my pie.


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    “Thanks,” she replies.


    The others chat and I give my input here and there as we eat, enjoying the food and I rx in the


    company of my family.


    It’s muchter, and I had to force Mom to leave. If Dad figures out where she is it would just be more


    drama. She leaves reluctantly, begging to be able to see the kids again, and only when Zaia promises


    she can, does she leave?


    My mother has the power to mentally exhaust you in a short span of time and make you wish that you


    don’t have to see her for at least a few years.


    I put the kids to bed and due to their excitement; it took them much longer to go down, telling me about


    everything they’ve done and asking where I have been.


    I now look at the top of Sia’s head as she’s snuggled against me. Her breathing once again getting to


    me as she sleeps.


    Why her?


    That is a question anyone who has lost a loved one to an illness asks when they learn of it…


    Why? Why does it have to happen to the ones we love? Why us?


    When time is running out and you know that anything can happen, you wonder why.


    I hug her gently, making sure not to squeeze her and kiss the top of her head.


    I am going to make sure she is healed.


    I tuck her in and get up, fixing the banket around Zion before dimming the light and leaving the room.


    I know Zaia is waiting for me, but I also don’t want to have the talk that I know we need to…


    She knows what my future holds and so do I.


    The inevitable cannot be denied.


    I knock on the bedroom door before I push it open but end uping to a stop. The room is dark, lit


    with candles that flicker. A seductive scent, which is Zaia’s


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    favourite fragrance, fills the air and petals are scattered over the bed.


    I nce down the hall before stepping inside and locking the door behind me.


    Talking can wait…


    The curtains are drawn and there are two sses of wine and a tter of choctes and strawberries


    with dipping sauce sitting beside the bed and, as for the star of the show herself…


    I turn and see her leaning against the wall behind the door.


    A tiny ck satin gown is slipping off her shoulders, her tinyce ck lingerie only emphasising her


    smooth creamy skin and her boobs are almost spilling out. She has her arms wrapped around her


    waist.


    She has one heeled foot against the wall and she’s looking directly at me with those gorgeous


    amethyst eyes.


    She smiles seductively at me as she slowly backs me up to the bed before cing her hands on my


    shoulders and forcing me to sit.


    I oblige, leaning back as I look up at her. A few curls fall in front of her eyes, and I reach up, brushing


    them back.


    “Hello, Sexy Senorita…” I murmur, making her smirk as she pushes me onto my


    back.


    “Wee home My Sexy Beast…” she purrs as she climbs on top of me, pressing her pussy to my


    already hard cock and her lips to mine…


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